Disclaimer: Steve Loter and Company own KP and her friends. May Disney be blessed in their infinite wisdom to continue Kim Possible. Since there will now be a Season 4, I hereby amend all my works to say the exist in a universe that is the same as what is on TV up to the end of So the Drama. Whether there is any resemblence to Season 4 is purely coincidental (and yes, I will scream BOOYAH if any of my ideas get used - hey, that would be the ultimate compliment!)
The Trinity Sitch – Book 3: Blade of the Fury
Chapter 1: Tempest Simia
Dark eyes swept over the dim expanse of the Tri-City Museum's Hall of History. Artificially enhanced senses stretched forth, assuring the black clad figure descending for the ceiling the room was devoid of any opposition. With almost animal-like glee he reached for the odd little statue resting exposed on its own pedestal. His hair covered hands were about to close on the object when an all-too-familiar voice echoed through the hall.
"Back off, Monkey Fist!"
He stopped short of his prize and blinked in confusion, as if it was another well known voice he was expecting.
"Oh, super! If it isn't the Arch Bumbler!" he dropped to the floor, adopting a battle ready stance.
Ron Stoppable stood in the doorway, "At least I've got human hands and feet." He taunted as he assumed his Monkey Kung Fu stance.
"Too bad! I rather fancied a real challenge." Fist responded as he charged. He barreled right up to Ron, changing his attack at the last instant to a combination of blows using both his hands and his genetically modified chimpanzee feet.
Ron blocked all of it, launching his own attack, landing a glancing blow on his opponent's mid-section. That was enough for Fist, who leaped startlingly high into a lighting cornice. His insane laughter filled the air as he leaped from fixture to fixture, finally coming to rest on the fossilized skull of a Tyrannosaurus Rex. He looked down at his nemesis, who was sporting a devilish smile. He pulled something from his pocket and threw it like a Japanese throwing star.
Fist flinched, but he was not the target. The star described a pink blur, striking the petrified skeleton just above the knee joint with a tiny but audible "Hee-yah!" At first, nothing happened. Then a tiny pin popped loose, followed by the heavy femur.
The gi clad man/monkey felt the support go out from under him as the entire display crashed to the floor. He ended up in the open jaws of the eons-deceased monster, the upper jaw crashing down on him, pinning him and narrowly missing taking his head clean off. Ron caught the star in his fingertips and it relaxed into a little pink naked mole rat. They bowed to each other before Rufus returned to his pocket.
"Booyah!" Ron shouted "Say uncle, Monkey, or Monkey's Uncle, I'll take either one!"
"I don't think so, fool!" Fist growled as he struggled to push the teeth open.
Ron noticed motion out of the corner of his eye a moment too late as a massive but silent shape swept him off the floor, pinning him against a display case. Human eyes glared at him from behind a samurai helmet mask but the legs the figure stood on and the arms that held him fast were that of a gorilla!
"Monkey Fist and DNAmy working together? WRONGSICK!" He took advantage of her momentary lapse of concentration and kicked outward with both feet, breaking her loose. Off balance, she plowed right into a display of stuffed black dodo birds, sending feathers and preserved bird parts flying in every direction.
"I practically gift wrap him for you and you let him get away?" Fist groused as he finally pulled himself free of the Rex skull.
"Sorry, Monkey Puddin Pie! He's strong for such a little meanie!"
"Got that right, lady! Rondo came to play!" He dropped into a crouch and extended a fist while he twisted his neck around, producing a crackling sound with his neck bones.
"Oh, bring it, you worthless buffoon." Fist taunted. "You cannot hold off both of us all night!"
"It's not just me, Fisk!" Ron responded with a grin.
"As if I am supposed to be surprised you cheerleader/mate is sneaking up behind me!"
"What? How?" Kim stammered as both human/ape hybrids turned toward her.
"A ninja you are not." He hissed wickedly. "But I am!" His leg shot out, delivering a crushing blow to her midsection. She sailed across the room, landing in an open Egyptian sarcophagus. Before she could jump free, Amy slammed it shut, trapping her inside.
"KP!" Ron screamed, covering half the distance in a single leap.
He never reached her. Sensing an opening, Monkey Fist clotheslined him with his leg, followed by a vicious chop to the neck. Ron crumpled to the floor in a pile of Club Banana mission gear."
"Quick, grab the goodie before Kimmie's little cuddle buddy wakes up!"
Monkey fist quickly complied, grabbing the strange object and running for the entrance, followed closely by Amy. "What was he doing here anyway?" he asked as they escaped, as though for some reason he expected to face only Kim Possible.
Ron got up gingerly, the dull pain in his neck making him get up slowly.
"Get me out of here." A muffled voice said from across the room.
He glanced around the hall, trying to tell where it was coming from.
"Get me out!" The voice repeated with a snarl. This time he could tell for certain that it came from the sarcophagus. He screamed, waking Rufus from his slumber.
"Talking mummy!" He shrieked, backing away from the stylized coffin.
"RON!" The voice was now clearly furious.
"It knows my name! I'm cursed, CURSED!" he screamed as he ducked behind another exhibit. He poked his head out tentatively as his wristwatch beeped.
BEEP-BEEP-DE-BEEP!
Automatically he touched the receive button. A three dimensional close-up of Kim's enraged features hovered inches from his nose.
"Open the sarcophagus, Ron." She said in a low voice.
He cringed, the moments before he was knocked out rushing back to him. Managing a weak smile he freed his fiancé from the carven box. Judging from the light streaming in from above it was now daytime, meaning she spent half the night and most of the morning trapped in there and it obviously wasn't the most comfortable place to be, considering her sweat dampened hair and sour expression.
The curator rushed in, hurrying toward the two young adults. "Are the two of you okay?"
"Nothing a good hot shower won't fix." She said, sniffing the sleeve of her crop-top.
"I'm afraid we've got bad news on the headless monkey front, sir." Ron said.
The man looked genuinely surprised until Kim explained, "It's no big! When Wade got word Monkey Fist was finally making his move on the Tempus Simia, he called ahead and had the night staff switch it for the replica they put out when the real one is being cleaned or examined."
"That's a relief." The balding man with a thin handlebar mustache said. "I was worried you meant he got past even that. Thanks to Team Possible, the idol is safely locked in our vault. Turning, he led them down a deftly concealed passage. "If the idol fell into the wrong hands and is reunited with its…its…"
"Is something wrong?" Kim asked.
"No, I just had the strongest feeling Mr. Stoppable was going to say something."
Ron raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "If it's got something to do with monkeys, then it's probably unspeakably evil." He said cryptically.
"Precisely" he replied, favoring the younger man with a rather odd look.
The passageway ended at a large room full of work benches, microscopes and other devices for cleaning or studying the museum's artifacts. At the read was the polished steel door of the vault. The curator tapped a code into the pad and ran his ID card through a slot set right beside it. After a few moments the heavy door swung aside.
Treasures of all descriptions lined the shelves, some valuable due to their construction, some seemingly not so, but all valuable because of their history. He walked right up to a space identified only by a number, picking up the headless stone idol and holding it out to Kim.
"The Tempus Simia Idol is purported to have dark mystical powers." He said with gravity.
"Considering this thing is called the 'Time Monkey' I've got a pretty good idea what it might do." Kim said, accepting the object and looking at it closely.
"An apt, if crude translation of the name. It was found with an inscription saying, in essence, the bearer of the complete and functioning idol would be like a lord over time."
"Like Doctor Who?" Ron asked cheerily.
"What?" Kim and the other man asked in unison.
"No, Who."
"Huh?"
"Who!"
"RON!"
"Hey, it's just a show on BBC. Main guy's called just 'the Doctor' and he flies around through time in this thing that looks like a really old phone booth."
"We are so not going to have cable when we get our own place!" Kim growled. Ron responded by sticking his tongue out at her as she passed the idol to him. "Be careful, Ron. We have no idea what might happen if this thing gets broken."
He opened his mouth to respond but nothing escaped his lips before the blinding flash of red light that erupted as the Tempus Simia touched his hands burst forth. A wave of force sent Kim and the curator slamming into the far wall of the vault, knocking the man out and burying Kim in a pile of historic trinkets.
Visions and voices swirled around him. Some he knew, some were merely familiar. There was Monkey Fist, then Sherry from when she was still Shego. Drakken's voice fluttered by, saying "Monkey Power Rules!" Which seemed much more like something Monkey Fist would say, not the mad blue scientist. Finally, once voice, more distinct from the rest proclaimed, "Ron, I couldn't save the world without you!"
He seemed to be traveling though an endless tunnel, visions of events that he was certain never happened but were oddly familiar floating by.
Suddenly he felt as if his body was struck by a crashing wave, sending him tumbling along, unable to stop or ever right himself. He looked again at the maelstrom of visions.
Ron Stoppable knew what they all meant!
As quickly as it started, it was over. In one instant he was tumbling through space and time, the next he was back in the vault, holding the Tempus Simia in his hands.
Momentarily disconcerted, he had to scramble to keep from dropping it. As he recovered an odd thought bubbled to the forefront of his mind. At least now I know why I hate meat cakes!
"KP!" He shouted, setting the statue aside as he rushed to her aid.
"I'm fine." She said. "Ron, what happened? Are you Okay?"
"I…uh…I, yeah, I'm fine! Kim! I think Monkey Fist went after the Time Monkey before! Then we stopped him. Well, actually, we stopped Shego, who stayed evil right till the end!"
"I know, Ron."
"You knew about this?"
"Not all the specific details, but I know some of the big picture."
"How did?..."
"Sherry started to remember some of the details and she described them to me a couple years ago while the FBI had you prisoner." She looked at him, worried he would be upset that she hadn't told him. The issue about what she apparently did to Shego in that timeline bothered her.
His mind was too occupied with other things to worry about her oversight. "Kim that thing is too dangerous. It has to be destroyed!"
"We can't do that!" The curator said. "It technically belongs to the Japanese government. If something were to happen to it, there would be an international incident." He rubbed the bump on his head painfully.
"You don't understand!" Ron pleaded, starting to sound more desperate. "This can all happen again if Fist is after it! This thing allows you to travel to any point in time. Do you know what that means?"
The older man's hands closed on the statue. "I can assure you, Mr. Stoppable, the statue will not leave this vault until the proper authorities can be consulted."
"But Monkey Fist won't fall for the fake for long. He'll just keep coming back for it again and again until he has it!"
"Then this is a case for real professionals. Perhaps Global Justice will have better luck capturing this criminal than you two did. Now I think it is time for the two of you to leave so my staff can clean up this mess!'' He started shooing the two twenty-year-olds out of the vault.
Ron started to speak again but was dragged out by a glowering Kim. "Come on, Ron. We need to talk to Wade." The curator's words stung her pride, especially considering her track record compared to GJ.
He watched the two leave and carefully sealed up the vault. He then pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number from memory.
"It's me…yes…yes he did…it happened when he touched it, just like you said it would…No, but he did seem to remember some other things…no, this had something to do with the idol itself. He started rambling about having to destroy it…yes…no, nothing about that…of course, I understand."
He cancelled the call, carefully erasing the number from the phone's memory.
"…and the worst part was Mom force feeding me lamb and cabbage stew and meat cakes."
"Ron, what about the idol?"
"Oh, well, I sort of tossed Drakken across the room…"
"Uh, yeah, right."
"I did! Don't ask me how I did it, I just grabbed him by the wrist and tossed him like a sack of potatoes. Then I started going Monkey Kung Fu on all those Shego statues, which started falling over, then they knocked the idol across the room, smashing it to a hundred pieces. Next thing you know, everything just sort of snaps back to normal and we forget it ever happened."
"Then why, if everything that happened before the idol was smashed never really happened in the first place, how do you remember it and why do I feel so very weird about the fight today?"
"I don't know, maybe it's like some sort of cosmic MP3 recorder. It records all this stuff that happens, whether it gets wiped out in time or not, and that's what I got a flash on. I guess my Monkey Power short circuited it somehow and I got all those memories."
"That makes sense, I think." She said, frowning.
"Kim, what else did Sherry tell you about what happened?"
She looked at him and sighed. She didn't want to talk about it but she didn't want to keep anything from him, no matter whether it might hurt him of both of them. She also knew if he had learned the whole story, he would know he witnessed it first-hand in the now-defunct timeline.
"She told me I killed the Future Shego as we were being drawn up into the vortex after you destroyed the monkey. She didn't say how, she just left it at that."
Ron stopped and stood right in front of Kim. "Kim, have you been carrying that around with you for two years?"
She looked down and nodded.
He took her face in his hands and gently drew her eyes up to meet his. "Kim, I remember it now as if I was there. In effect, I was. There was nothing else you could do. She was trying to kill you as we entered the vortex. You fought back and she fell out a window that Drakken had smashed open earlier. It was an accident and God knows what might have happened if she killed you before we came back. That might have destroyed the universe itself if you couldn't return to this timeline."
"I know Ron, I know. Logically I never even did it. That Shego doesn't exist and won't now. She never got the chance to turn around like Sherry did. It's just sobering to know I have the capacity to do that."
"Look at it this way. Maybe with her powers she survived that after all until that world ceased to exist. You know, you kicked her into an electrical tower, causing it to collapse on top of her and all she got out of it was a really bad hair day."
Kim chuckled, remembering her being loaded into the police van, a look on her face that would melt titanium. "I hope you're right, Ron. I don't want to be forced to do something like that in order to save the world."
"Then don't worry about it until it happens. It may, one day. You never know." He took her hand and they resumed walking back to their car.
"You know, Ron, I can't get over your wicked baddage back there!" She rested her head on his shoulder as they left, wondering why he was giggling.
Monkey Fist stared at the stone, lost in thought.
"So what does that little thing do, sweet'ums?" Amy asked, pulling the rest of the armor off her less-than-svelte frame.
"Hhmm?" he looked up at her for a moment. "I haven't the foggiest notion. Somehow it seems I should, but my mind is a complete blank."
"I thought you knew all about this nasty monkey stuff?"
"I do, but until that old wizard asked me to get this thing I'd never heard of it."
"You do know what the name means, don't you?"
"Why don't you enlighten me." He said, his expression growing a little more sour.
"Well, basically it's Latin. I am a scientist, you know."
"Yes, my dear, as you remind me so often." His dark eyes rolled up into his head.
"Well, Tempus means time. Simia means Monkey or Ape. It's the Time Monkey."
"Well isn't that jolly good. So why does an idol that obviously has Japanese characteristics have a Latin name?"
"I don't know. Maybe the people who found it last named it that. Have any guesses about how it works?"
"I would surmise it may have something to do with the missing head. Beyond that, I will have to consult some ancient texts to see if this is mentioned. In the mean time we must deliver this to the old man. Once he has lived up to his end of the bargain, we will liberate it once more and find out what it really does."
"I love it when you scheme, sweet cheeks!"
"Please don't call me that."